Genocide Reality

Dragon gall Japanese leaves (Rin or not) have been well crossed with the first and second floors, but the third floor features a wide variety of monsters.

The luggage I was carrying, Japanese-leaf, had been attacked from one end to the monster, some sort of promise.

He is threaded by a giant poisonous spider, his legs tied and suspended from the ceiling.

I have a petty knife, so I should cut the thread off and run, I'm just hanging from the air with Bran Bran.

I came to Japanese-leaf when I slashed a giant poisonous spider under one knife.

The skirt is hanging upside down, so it's already huge and fully open.

The rounded butt shape of the Japanese leaves was so stunning that I accidentally admired it.

It was either the unexpectedly skinny type or a much-mouthed and much more fleshy proposition than I would have imagined seeing it this way. I guess these are called peach butts.

"It's surprisingly black or something."

"Oh no! Don't look, help me!

If you're as good as a foot, you don't have to help.

I admired my surprisingly mature pants for real, and then I cut off the spider thread and threaded them down.

Sometimes I was deliberately mean because I wanted to see purely Japanese leaf pants, but I thought I would have trouble being very fond of my favorite childhood taming in the Seven Seas.

I decided to help out on the way, but I have trouble being weirdly favored.

You think he might like me?... or maybe I'm over-conscious specific to high school students, but there was something about Usher that makes me more cautious too.

I like the Seven Seas. It just gets weird and tangled up with the girl, or something.

Anyway, I go to school with a bad reputation.

Now, I don't care about the likeness of my classmates, and it's just as good as being thought of by a guy who's sketchy and doesn't have a delicacy.

Japanese-leaf, down on the ground, said, "No! I just didn't say," but I'm forcing the torn cloth to rewind and hold down the hem of my skirt, which is shorter in length, making my face bright red to my ear.

Yes, yes, promise. Well, I'm glad you didn't seem hurt.

"Makoto-kun, it's terrible..."

"I told you to throw away the sweet idea of getting me help. I can't even look at your pants."

That made me observe carefully because I thought it was funny to watch, but seeing an inner with black lace in these circumstances or the healthy, glossy thighs of a high school girl doesn't make me feel horny just because I think she's beautiful.

If you're handsome around the Seven Seas, you'd help gently and even raise your childhood fondness, turning away while blushing a little.

I think that's probably the kind of act that's meant to be cool.

Even boys in high school who want to do it are not always horny. In a battlefield where life is exchanged, your head is cold. I'm excited to see a woman's pants, or something like that. Circuits are temporarily cut off.

"You mean I'm unattractive?

"That's not what I'm talking about, it's Setouchi who lives or dies now. Not if you care if you can't see your pants or not. You're a little shabby, too!

It's easy for me to beat enemies about three floors underground.

I'm not distracted because I don't know what's going to happen in Genoria. The next moment, if you think you might die, it's the person who blows up how lustful it is.

Think of it, the blonde longhairs who attacked the Japanese leaves were fatally unconscious of the crisis.

Because you don't imagine yourself dying, you do stupid imitations of prioritizing capturing women in front of your enemies.

At about me, the next moment, Japanese-leaves suddenly become enemies, and I'm alert enough to deal with them flat even when they attack me with a pedi knife.

From a guy who doesn't have that kind of imagination, he dies in a dungeon.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong. You're right, you shouldn't care if you see pants in a dungeon."

With that said, Japanese-leaf rolled himself in front of his skirt with Peron.

I was unwittingly stiff to the improbable sight of my classmates flashing their skirts in front of me and showing their pants.

"Oh, you... what are you doing all of a sudden!

"What, 'cause you shouldn't care,' cause maybe you cared a little?

I panicked and the bats got so bad after Waba bounced off his own skirt wrapping hands.

I just denied it. My actions now are like saying I care. Oh, shit!

"Ah enough, you should have bought a decent underwear in front of your skin armor, we're just going to push through the third floor!

"Wait a minute, Makoto-kun!

Now the unintentional strike (sexy commando) worked quite well.

I don't know if you happen to come up with the idea of breaking through my circuit blockage (shutout) with unexpected action, or did it intentionally, but maybe Waba can do it a lot more than he thought.

What upsets me to this extent is that I still don't have enough of a sense of crisis either.

I want to be a cool guy who can't move anything, but are you still immature?

It took time for the Japanese leaves to either get tangled in the tentacles and sprayed with Nettonetto's body fluids, or hang from the spider's nest again, but they finally broke through the third floor and stepped into the fourth.

This is the zone of the Necromancer. The third floor was still a laugh to be attacked, but the air changes from here on out. I can't believe Japanese-leaf, if I was doing what I licked, I'd die in an instant.

"Wow, the body's walking!

"I told you this was a Necromancer's zone. There 'll be a lot of zombies and ghosts out there."

A herd of zombies will pick you up near the entrance. I slash every walking zombie's neck when I change my weapon to the Spiritual Knife "Grievance Moment Maru".

The undead are physiologically disgusting, so I'd like to get right past this floor at a straight distance, too.

I have a hidden room here called "Garden" that I plan to send the Japanese leaves to, so if I don't get there, I have no choice.

The Spirit Knife alone can't cut it, hit an oversized flameball (fireball) and put your heel on it all at once.

"Advanced (High) Flame (IA) Flying (Foy)!

And, fail.

The flames emanating from his palms scratched out immediately. After all, can't the advanced still shoot perfectly in my rank?

"Intermediate (Middle) Flame (IA) Flying (Foy)!

Get back on your mind and hit an intermediate flameball (fireball). Now the leading four bodies have blown away, go on and hold the spirit knife and stick it in.

The limbs of the zombies, full of large rooms, were slashed and carved into pieces to render them incapable of action.

"Makoto-kun..."

I just sporadically told you how I feel on the battlefield, so I'm not going to freak you out and run away or imitate you hugging me somewhere.

He's scared of the undead. Wah Ip looks around the corner of the room, shaking his legs.

It's good not to get in the way, but you're still leggy.

I slowly walked to the Japanese leaves and hugged their bodies hard.

"What!"

"You're alarmed, idiot!

The ghost was coming from behind the Japanese leaves. The scope of human vision is narrower than he thinks. Even if we look around, it wouldn't make sense if we didn't have to look closely behind us.

With one of my thrusts, Ghost raised his tall scream and disappeared.

It's a nasty enemy coming through the walls ignoring the terrain, but only the fact that it's not so strong helps.

"Remember the spell of de-spiriting enemies without entities?"

"Yeah......"

"Then try to keep it that way on the next Ghost you come. Anyway, we'll be attracted, and we'll come back."

Weak enemies basically flock, not to mention coming out as one.

If I thought so, the Ghost nudged his face from the wall again. Go Sora, Waba!

"Primary (Low) Anti- (Ann) Spirit (Spirito)!

"Again!"

A glassy anti-spiritual blade that looks clear over there flies toward the Ghost, but it can't be defeated in one go with a weak attack.

"Primary (Low) Anti- (Ann) Spirit (Spirito)"

"Good! You could have done it alone."

Though elementary, it was brilliant to hit two shots without fail.

The cook doesn't have any positive corrections at all for the physical, but maybe the Mage (Magic) rank has some positive corrections.

"Um, Makoto-kun..."

"Well, if you train, you can do it."

"I'm not, and it's time for you to stay away. Sorry, they told me not to worry about it, but I knew it..."

"Ah, well. I'm sorry, I didn't like it."

Soon, I had a strong hug.

The overturned Japanese leaves are shaking their lips and saying something bossy in a cuddly voice. Did you turn it bright red to your ear and hate being touched by me so much?

If you seem to be blushing to the extent that you were held during a life-threatening battle, evidence that you haven't really fought yet, so I thought for a moment that I'd keep holding you like this for the rest of my life to harass you, but let it stop.

I just held a girl from the top of a hard leather armor, and it's not funny or anything... wait, is it funny if you rub your stripped thighs or ass?

Oh, my God, that's just a joke.

I don't have a problem with being hated, but if you want to touch your ass or something, you could scream and get away with it.

Waba was just about to get attacked by the guys earlier and it's pathetic to stimulate them too much.

It's not Kumiko, and there's no point in kidding around in a dangerous place. I wouldn't have to play Guess that much because they would hate me for treating Japanese-leaf abusively.

The other guy, Setsuki, would make sense of a sexual harassment joke.

Girls don't really know, so they don't know what they're gonna do. Let's just throw it in the safe zone.

"Uh, you know... not that I didn't like it"

"Let's move on, we're almost there."

There are so many dangerous enemies on the fourth floor that I want to just pass them by. It's more nervous for me not to be alone.

With Japanese-leaf on my ass, I just proceeded to the next big room.

Fortunately, the effect of me passing twice and killing the undead remained, not as much as the amount of monsters, but reached the back cabin that led to the 'Garden (Garden)' without much.

Attaching the floor with the tip of the sword generates a pitfall.

When I punch the pile in and lower the rope, I kick the wall with my feet, and when I do it to the bottom, I go down.

Ston and I go down and look up, the Japanese leaves peering in from the top.

"Hey, Mayuki, wait, I'm a little bit of this..."

"What the hell are you so scared you can't get off, good luck and get off with your guts. If you fall, I'll take it from you. Come on."

When I hurried, the Japanese-leaf sent the rope down.

I would be able to afford it, but on second thought, is it hard for a girl to hang down three meters?

"Waba, you're brave enough to grab the rope. Loosen your hands. I'm gloving, and even if I fall and get hurt, I can fix it with health potion, so all I have to do is feel like it!

"No, I knew I couldn't! I'm not in the mood..."

You're weak.

Such an unwillingness has often led me to this point. Good......

"You've got your pants all round!

"Ahhh!

I stirred him up, and he came down in a hurry.

It almost felt like falling, but I'm gonna take it tight downstairs.

"That's lighter than I thought."

"I'm sorry."

"What do you say, hands okay? Does it hurt anywhere?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks."

I'll hold her down and look at her palm, but she's intact because she wore a leather glove.

I'll make sure my body is back and forth, but I don't think I ever hit it or rubbed it on the rope and burned it.

"Oh, you're so bossy."

"Ah, yes!

I'll always stare at my gloves and put them alive in the pompous Japanese leaves.

You must be just tired, but the destination is right there.

"Well, then, this back will be the safe zone where you live"

Further back, the iron lattice, I travel diagonally next to it, passing too softly into the back.

"What, how did you get in?

"From the side wall there, it feels like going forward and left side at the same time"

"What, you can't go on the wall at all"

"Mm-hmm. Well, there's a trick."

Once I get back, I'll put my body against the wall and hold the fluttering Japanese leaves.

He hates me, to the point of touching me over the leather armor, and I get in trouble because I get rebelled one way or another.

"Eh, wow!

"Dragon gall, jizz it because it's good! Calm down and move with the feeling of sinking your body slowly into the wall as my body moves."

Having said that, I am mozzled without knowing, so I already left my hug and pushed Japanese-leaf body into the wall forcefully.

"Oh, I'm in..."

"It would be easy if you tried. It's our feeling when we leave, but you don't have to leave because you don't have to come out here locked in until the game's over anyway."

"Yeah, that's amazing..."

"What is it? Look, just come on."

Which works dull, maybe a girl can't help it.

If Kumiko is like this, I would joke about it, but it moves more agile, but can't I tell Waba to do it?

I pull the hands of the sassy Japanese leaves and go further down the aisle.

When you open the buttoned door, it's a big room that's just glowing.

"Beautiful..."

Looking up at the sunshine coming down from the sky, Waba raised his admirable twinkle.

When I first saw it, too, I was struck by the mysterious and beautiful sight. This is the only healing 'garden (garden)' area in this dungeon.